“hey guys, we’ve really got to move this along. i’ve got stella mccartney meeting me at the manse for a fitting and i’m having rosario slaughter a chicken in front of her….
…its fun to mess with vegans.”
-Karen Walker
(i watch this show while i’m on the eliptical so that i don’t feel as guilty)
i’m leaving at 1:30 today to fly down to san diego w/ Tom in his little red airplane. our friend’s new movie is playing in a little film festival and they are having a party.
if you’d like to see it, it’s called a four letter word, and its playing at the sunset five starting tonight. i saw it a few months ago and i vaguely remember it being cute and having some hot guys. more importantly, however, it features a great shot of my ass in biker shorts as i walk past david barton gym in chelsea.
and if we get back in time, i’m def coming to the farmer’s market meet-up! awesome!
boss (after muting phone): jesus christ, this woman is a fucking moron. did they just pass us off on their worst associate or something?
me: i think so.
boss (unmuting phone): ok, well, thanks, christina. i’ve got to jump on another call, sean will follow-up with you on monday.
boss (to me): can you call george and see about getting a new person to work on this, i don’t ever want to hear her voice again.
i’m really sensative when it comes to movies. i don’t like horror movies at all, because i don’t like seeing people get killed.
likewise, when i watch immensely tragic movies, like the pianist or hotel rawanda, i can’t help but being devastated. when i saw hotel rawanda, my friend had to help me out of the back door of the theater because i was bawling so hard i could barely walk. when i watch a movie like this, i see all of the people being shot and all of the bodies as real people, because it really happened.
i’m ok with this, i wouldn’t want to be any different. i should feel devestated.
tonight i watched a movie called “a love to hide.” it was vaguely about gay victims of ww2, which hit hard, i did a term paper on the subject once, and it brought back all of the gruesome, unhuman stories which i had read.
the worst part though is the realization that there are people in this world that are still alive, still suffering just as badly, and i do very little to nothing to try to help.
tomorrow, i’ll wake up, maybe remember this and feel sad and write a letter for amnesty international to make myself feel like i’m doing something, but, pretty quickly after that, forget.
i don’t want to forget.
This is the place where I will ride bareback across fields, raise strong, beautiful children, and spend my evenings writing and reading by our blazing hearth.
(with David Beckham, furnished by Ralph Lauren Home, groceries delivered by yummy.com, and weekly visits to London.)
Change David Beckham to my J, and it sounds like a pretty good deal pour moi! Can we work out a timeshare situation?
P.S. — Is this in Scotland?
P.P.S. — I also want sheep. Mostly because I think they are amazing. The wool would merely be an added bonus.
P.P.P.S. — I may have to change my name to Catherine Earnshaw or Mary Lennox.
Yes!!! I want to be Dickon!
Apparently, our timeshare is “in the bog of Glencoe in the Scottish Highlands.”
Forgot to mention, found this here via Stefan Tüshaus.
la.petit.figue’s post reminded me how I have been seeing Stuff White People Like all over since I saw the site. Like last weekend when I was at The Grove and I saw White People having a picnic with food purchased from Whole Foods and their black lesbian friends while enjoying a free concert by the Counting Crows that was sponsored by Apple.
But i’m pretty sick of SWPL.
this is him…
major Aiden-esque fantasies going on.
I saw this coffee table at the CABoom show a couple of weeks ago and couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Then, the designer came over and started talking to me about how he made it and wood-working in general. xxx hot.
plus he’s from germany, lives in sf and his name is florian.
really casual thursday. was excited about wearing shorts today for the first time in months.
i bought that unopened ironing board about 6 months ago when i was feeling domestic. didn’t last very long.
Why hasn’t anyone tumbl-crushed this hot piece of ass yet?
I seem to remember him being gay. But that could be someone else’s tumblr. They all blend together sometimes. However, a man being gay has never stopped a crush before!
just for the record, i would like to say that i believe an inividual’s sexuality is a private matter, and that’s all i’m going to say.
(that means i’m gay)
yesssssss! thanks clarawalnuts ;-)
really casual thursday. was excited about wearing shorts today for the first time in months.
i bought that unopened ironing board about 6 months ago when i was feeling domestic. didn’t last very long.